Sword of Dawn

The sky in the distance is a little more gloomy, and the direction shrouded in clouds is the eastern border, and a predictable heavy rain is brewing. According to the calculations of the druids, the rainfall range should cover the entire long wind defense line.

But this has no effect on the Iron Throne - as a cutting-edge mobile fortress, this armored train does not care about most of the wind and rain on land.

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The cold wind blew on the outer wall of the high tower of Winter Wolf Castle, and the black flags were flying around. The knights on duty stood on guard dutifully. Many people couldn't help looking in the direction of Changfeng Fortress. But all sights can only stop at looking at in the end.

The shrinking order from the imperial capital has been issued for several days. The Imperial Knights and Magicians have followed the order to stay in the garrison on the east side of Winter Wolf Castle. Although the atmosphere of the confrontation is still very tense, the experienced veterans have judged the situation : I am afraid that this battle will not be fought.

On the watchtower on the outer wall, a sentinel mage canceled the eagle eye spell, relieving his tiredness from long-term monitoring, and another sentry mage took over in due course, and the rune of the eagle eye spell appeared on the watchtower again In the air above, the dismissed mage rubbed his eyes and muttered sullenly: "Okay, the legion-level crystal arrays have been sent up, and they won't fight..."

"This is an order. The officers have their own considerations," the battle mage next to him opened his eyes and said expressionlessly, "And you didn't see those positions? The Cecils are obviously ready—" —They dug a bunch of holes, do you still take the initiative to jump into it?"

"...Hey... don't think about things that are considered by the higher-ups, us soldiers," the sentinel mage shook his head, and a gust of cold wind blew, making him shrink his neck again, "Hiss... still It’s autumn and it’s getting colder.”

"Yeah... autumn is here," the battle mage stood up and snapped his fingers, summoning a breeze shield to cover the top of the sentry tower, and then looked down at the direction of the main castle building, "if General Andersa orders retreat before the end of the month , we can still go home in time for the Remembrance Day."

A fallen leaf passed through the sight of the sentries, fluttered in the wind, fell into the inner wall of the fortress, and landed on the window sill of the fortress commander.

Andersa's long gray hair was blown by the autumn wind. The young wolf general raised his hand and stroked the gray hair on his face. There was a hint of unwillingness and gloom in his eyes between the hair.

Standing in front of her, the adjutant lowered his head and reminded: "General, His Majesty's order has been issued for several days. The Knights of the Iron River cannot stay on the defense line of Winter Wolf Castle—you should at least order them to return to the camp in the east. Otherwise, the aristocratic parliament in the country may accuse you on this issue..."

"The guys in the council will never know how tense the situation is at the border," Andersa stood up irritably, interrupting the adjutant, "and I still feel that something is wrong... everything is too natural, a ring There is no problem in logic, but my intuition is warning me..."

As a legion commander, Andersa knew that she shouldn't use "intuition" and other reasons to explain the problem-if she was an astrologer or psychic, it would be no problem, but she is a supernatural Knight, what she needs to maintain most is reason and caution. However, ever since those Cecils increased their troops on the defense line and since the border has fallen into a state of confrontation and pressure, the increasingly serious sense of irritability is affecting her emotions. Now that the imperial capital has received orders to shrink the defense line and the Iron River Knights to retreat, that kind of intuitive warning made her even more restless.

It was as if a voice kept telling herself that she was missing a key point that could change history.

The adjutant saw that his chief was in a different state than usual. After a moment of silence and deliberation, the usually calm knight said: "General, maybe you need to take another look at the recent record of the increase in troops and the How is their position laid?"

Andersa was silent for a moment, then nodded suddenly: "Bring me the records—in addition, there are recent purchase records of the large caravans of the Cecilians in several trading towns."

"Yes, will..." the adjutant nodded, but just as he was speaking halfway, there was a rush of footsteps and a few noises outside the door, and a slightly shrill voice shouted loudly in the corridor : "I want to see General Andersa! It's urgent! It's urgent!"

"Who?" Andersa raised her head and said loudly, "Let him in."

The door was opened by the guards, and a middle-aged man wearing a bachelor's tunic, holding a handful of papers in his hand, and wearing an imperial emblem stumbled in. He seemed to have had some conflicts with the soldiers when he rushed over. , looked rather embarrassed, but when he waved the papers in front of Andersa, he still said loudly: "General! There is a problem with the Cecilian defense line! We may have been fooled!"

After carefully identifying her eyes, Andersa recognized that this was a member of the Advisory Scholars of Winter Wolf Castle - after the army was reorganized, Emperor Rosetta set up a special group of "Advisor Scholars" in the army, which is reminiscent of Those who come to the Royal Advisory Group are usually battle mages or priests who have both battlefield experience and knowledge. They are better at thinking than ordinary soldiers and generals, and they are more familiar with the battlefield than pure civil servants. They use their own experience and strategies to analyze various situations. Intelligence, giving advice to the supreme commander of the army in the form of reference and suggestion, is a very important person in the modern Typhon Legion.

Some old-school knight commanders don't like these consultants who are always chattering at them, but Andersa has always attached importance to the opinions of consultants and scholars. She even considered several improvement plans for the consultants and scholars, and submitted them to His Majesty the Emperor. These consultants can play a more active role in the army. Seeing a consultant scholar come to her in such a hurry, her expression immediately became serious: "Sir, what happened?"

"General, there is a problem with the Cecil's defense line. They... ahem, they may be stalling for time," the middle-aged man immediately came to Andersa after getting the consent, and spread the paper in his hand on the table ——It turned out to be a list, "Look, these are their records of troop additions, these are their positions, and these are their supplies—we have collected and speculated through intelligence means Material circulation data, look, look at these numbers!"

"It looks normal," Andersa looked carefully, frowning, "but... I think there's something wrong."

"Of course not! These numbers themselves are fine, but there is something wrong with their changes!" The middle-aged man shouted loudly, "It's too stable, and the changes are too regular. If a line is drawn for the increase of soldiers and the circulation of supplies, then the The two lines are almost straight, and especially in terms of materials - the information in this area is the most difficult to collect, and the most difficult information to collect is impossible to be accurate. If it is accurate and shows regularity, it must be false, yes The opponent showed it to us on purpose!"

A bright light flashed through her mind, and Andersa finally knew where her faint uneasiness came from.

"So stupid...I'm so stupid..."

The young General Wolf muttered in a low voice, but suddenly recalled a sentence his father once said to him in his mind:

The most cunning enemy does not hide all his secrets from you, but shows you everything - and you cannot see what is true and what is not.

She suddenly stood up and spoke quickly: "The First Knights of the Winter Wolves, travel lightly, marching towards the Paramer Heights - I will lead the team myself. Order the Knights of the Iron River to gather in the triangle of the plain, and the Black Banner Magicians Standby, all legion-level magic crystals are warmed up and ready to attack!"

The adjutant responded loudly: "Yes!"

He didn't ask the general what to do if he made a mistake in his judgment—as General Wolf, as the heir of the Wendell family, this seemingly young lady had already thought about all the consequences when she gave the order. If there is a problem... She will definitely do her best to get the First Knights to withdraw, and then she will take all the responsibilities.

He also didn't question whether the general's behavior of "disobeying the emperor's order" was appropriate-because from the day the Winter Wolf Legion was established, "General Wolf" was given a certain amount of front-line decision-making power. At that time, General Wolf had the power to make decisions.

As for whether the Cecilians would be angered by this, whether they would gain the title of "righteousness" because of this, and whether they would put pressure on the empire, the adjutant didn't think too much about it.

The empire is the backing of every Typhon soldier, and soldiers are sent to the front line to fight, not to retire.

A well-equipped knight order, almost one-third of whose members are made up of Transcendents, was quickly organized. Under the increasingly gloomy weather and the increasingly cold autumn wind, they left Winter Wolf Castle and walked along the southern plains. The "Curved Corridor" area quickly moved towards the Paramer Heights, while the Iron River Knights, one of the most elite knights in the Typhon Empire, quickly gathered in the triangle area in front of Winter Wolf Castle, pointing their arrows at the long wind in the distance. In the fortress, thousands of specially trained battle mages also came to the assembly point, waiting for news from the First Knight Order at any time.

The bleak cold wind blew across the plains, and the battle flags swept by the wind fluttered in the wind. The Griffin Knight under the name of the Knights circled high in the sky, making loud and clear calls. In the howling cold wind, Andersa wore a family heirloom Winged Helm, rode the horse and ran through the formation formed by the knights, and drew out the long sword at the forefront of the formation: "Go! Paramel Heights! Go!"

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The armored griffin flitted across the clouds, and under the cover of the cloud, bypassed the Typhonian griffin scouts. On the back of the armored raptor, the knight Cecil, wearing goggles, bent down and quickly sent the news back To the commander of the fortress.

A full-staffed grand knight order of the Typhons suddenly launched an march on the Paramer Heights.

Maryland stood in the command room, staring at the map in front of her, staring at the direction of the arrow marked on the map.

The direction the Typhon Knights were pointing...was a false position.

They figured it out - before the Iron Throne arrived.

Chapter 0693 Accidental and Inevitable

The cold wind became colder and colder, and the rolled-up flag slapped on the metal flagpole, bringing out gusts of thunder. The soldiers in the fortress were quickly mobilized under the order of emergency assembly, and came to the city wall, In various combat positions such as sentry towers and bunkers, a knight in a dark blue short cloak held high a long spear with a narrow-edged swallowtail flag, and ran across the entire city wall while shouting passwords. Next, the runes between the gaps in the knight's armor flashed a stream of light on the city wall.

Maryland looked back at the city wall, and turned to his adjutant who had followed him for many years: "Pain, how long will it take for those Typhons to reach the Paramer Heights?"

"Within two hours," replied the adjutant immediately, "if the rain does not start before then."

"Two hours..." Maryland frowned, "Have the scouts seen the exact banner and size of the knight order?"

"Because of the interference from the clouds and the enemy's Griffin Knights, the field of vision is very poor. It is impossible to judge how many people there are on the other side, but it is certain that it is not the Iron River Knights or the Black Steel Knights."

"Not the Knights of the Iron River and the Knights of Black Steel?" Maryland froze for a moment, a thoughtful look suddenly appeared on his face.

The adjutant showed a slightly puzzled expression: "Yes, General——what did you think of?"

"...the other side is still cautious, and the regular troops of the Winter Wolf Legion are sent out... Maybe this will be our chance instead." Maryland glanced at the sky outside, with a serious expression, and her thoughts turned quickly.

"They probably want to use the regular knights to investigate the situation first. The Iron River Knights or the Black Steel Knights are on standby in the plains... Those two knights have legion-level charge combat skills. Once they have accumulated enough It can destroy city-level shields in a short time... The large shield of Changfeng Fortress may be able to block it, but it should be very difficult.

"If the enemy's commander judges that our defense line does not have enough soldiers, he should be able to judge that there are not enough defenders in Longwind Fortress. At that time, the Knights of the Iron River will launch a charge, even if they cannot Destroying the large shield of Longwind Fortress is enough to hit us hard. More importantly, they will enter the close range of Longwind Fortress after that, and the Iron Throne cannot provide artillery support.

"It's very cautious, there is nothing wrong with the tactics, but it will produce a very fatal time difference...

"Iron Throne-Where is Number Zero now?!"

The adjutant thought for a while: "The last communication was entering the Karon Valley."

"Can they speed up?"

The adjutant frowned: "This may place a great burden on the power ridge... Afterwards, a certain degree of adjustment and repair should be required."

"It doesn't matter. After that, it can safely stop on the Paramel Heights for a period of time. There is no need to lead an angry god across the entire plain like last time. The magicians have time to slowly repair it. "," Maryland said quickly, "send a letter to General Philip, asking him to speed up... As long as the Iron Throne arrives in time, the people of Typhon will have nothing to fear."

"Yes, General!" The adjutant took the order loudly.

Maryland took a deep breath, and the cold autumn wind passed through the window and blew into the room. In the wind that contained the smell of damp soil, he whispered to himself: "Let's rain..."

The rain seems to be about to fall, but it still seems to be entangled by the clouds. The deep and dark armored front of the Iron Throne splits the moist air, and crosses the border of the last province in the East in the wind. The trees and trees on both sides of the track The stones receded quickly outside the car window, and along with the cold wind, there was also an emergency communication from Changfeng Fortress.

"The Typhons have begun to march, and the situation in Changfeng Fortress is critical."

Philip strode to the center console of the Iron Throne, and asked the technical sergeant who operated the active power spine: "Can the speed be increased?"

"It's already the fastest, general," the technical sergeant replied loudly, "the power spine is fully loaded, and all repulsion units have been activated."

"We need to go faster," Philip said in a deep voice, "I authorize you to overload the active power ridge—in addition, transfer all the energy of the shield to the propulsion unit."

A turning point was approaching, and Philip was vaguely aware of its appearance.

This turning point is which one can reach the front line first, the legion-level charge of the Typhons or the bombardment of the Iron Throne.

In this era, in conventional fortress offensive and defensive battles, the war is long and slow. A traditional army often needs years of siege to determine the survival of a fortress. This is true in almost all noble wars in the old Ansu Kingdom. It is the norm, but the veterans who stayed behind in the fortress in the east have reminded that Typhon's extraordinary legion has changed the rules of this kind of war——

The Typhon people regard superhumans as professional soldiers, and even begin to train children with basic talents from the age of six. These mass-produced supernatural beings have poor talents, and may not even be qualified as apprentices in the eyes of traditional mages , but the Typhon people gathered them together and allowed them to master one or two abilities for more than ten years, and finally trained a special legion of extraordinary people-those soldiers may only know one skill, only knight charge or A bolt of lightning, but they were assembled in thousands, and they gave birth to the terrible power called "legionary spells".

After abandoning the unnecessary "pride" of supernatural beings and the shackles of the old "orthodox school", these professional soldiers or battle mages who were born for war can exert power no less than that of Cecil's Magical Corps on the battlefield, Once their large army is assembled, once they accumulate strength, they can decide the victory or defeat of a fortress offensive and defensive battle in a short time.

This key reform of the Typhon people has been implemented for more than ten years. In view of the growth cycle of mass production of superhumans, several ace knights and mages have not completed their final formation until the last few years.In the first contact a few years ago, the East Frontier Corps at that time almost suffered a big loss-if it wasn't for the fact that the Typhonians were not proficient in mastering legion-level spells, and Silas Lauren at the time The Duke responded in a timely manner. I am afraid that Changfeng Fortress has already fallen.

But at that time, the Ansu Kingdom was still sinking in the peace of singing and dancing, and in the false and corrupt illusion of peace-they were behind a whole era, but the crisis in the east did not wake them up, nor did the sound of artillery in the south wake them up .

Now that the Typhons have reassembled their extraordinary legion, the shortcomings and flaws exposed in the previous fight should have been made up for, but the former Ansu Kingdom has also been reborn-the newborn imperial legion may be immature, but as long as If the time is in time, Changfeng Fortress will be able to withstand it.

If the Changfeng Fortress loses its combat effectiveness under the legion-level spell attack of the Typhon people first, then the Iron Throne will not be able to support it alone even if it reaches the Paramer Heights. Feng Chaofan's army will be hit hard.

The two countries have been entangled for so long, and the turning point is compressed in the next few hours.

The technical sergeant reached out to a hidden mechanism under the console, and after turning the key, an originally locked cover on the console popped up.

A prominent big red button appears in a recess under the cover, with just a few words on the button: FULL SYSTEM OVERLOAD.

The big red button was tapped vigorously, and after an extremely short delay, the whole train shook instantly, all the mechanical devices let out a deep roar, and the buzzing sounds of all the magic power units became loud and high-pitched.

The armor plates under the two sides of the Iron Throne opened gaps under the push of the mechanical structure, dim red light emerged from the gaps, the heat generated by the overload of the power ridge distorted the air near the train, and the reserve water used for emergency cooling Injected into the groove between the power ridge and the mechanical device, a large amount of hot air roared out of the track, and the huge body of the Iron Throne-Zero accelerated again in the steam, rushing towards the border of the East...

The wind became stronger, and the damp and cold air rolled up the swallowtail flag in the hands of the leading knights. Even if there was a breeze shield or breath protection to block the surrounding cold wind, the constant whistling wind was still enough to make people feel irritable .

Andersa looked up at the sky, then at the Paramel Heights, which was already in sight, and silently led the team forward.

A very slight sound came from the helmet, accompanied by some kind of light "knock".

Andersa stretched out her hand, watching a drop of water bloom on the surface of the gauntlet, her face and eyes immediately became gloomy.

"It's raining, General."

The adjutant at the side said in a low voice.

"I saw……"

Andersa said dully, more and more raindrops connected into rainlines, becoming denser in her sight.

The gods seemed to be on the side of the Cecilians.

But Andersa just raised her long sword expressionlessly and swung it forward: "Go ahead!"

The rain will slow down the progress of the Knights. Even if they are the elite of the empire, even if the extraordinary can largely ignore the influence of the weather, this "slowness" still exists, the difference is only in the degree.

The First Knights of the Winter Wolf Legion advanced silently in the rain. All the soldiers faithfully carried out the orders from the commander. The Griffin Knights circling in the sky lowered their altitude, providing the ground troops with effective vision and early warning as much as possible. As the rain became heavier and the surrounding light became dimmer, lightning began to brew in the thick clouds in the sky, and the height of the Griffin Riders dropped again and again, and in the end they were almost hovering not far above the knights' heads.

This trek continued for a while, and when Andersa had begun to suspect that the Cecils did not exist at all, she suddenly heard a loud and penetrating cry from the griffin in the air——

There was a flash of light on the high ground in the distance.

"defense!"

Andersa yelled loudly at the first moment, and almost at the same time, all the knights drew out their long swords and stood in front of them. The magic power surged, and light white halos spread out, forming a halo that enveloped the team in an instant. Shield——after a moment's delay, some kind of weapon that was difficult to detect with the naked eye landed on the shield.

There was a loud bang, and Cecil's weapon produced a powerful explosion. Some knights were slightly disturbed, but the solid shield remained motionless.

Andersa clenched her long sword tightly, her protective aura surged, and she was ready to guide legion-level spells to deal with the enemy, but the continuous bombardment mentioned in the intelligence did not come.

"Maintain a defensive posture and move on!"

Holding the sword in hand, the Knights continued to advance silently under the command of the commander, and after a while, the attack accompanied by explosions and screams came again.

This time, Andersa and her soldiers did not waver in the slightest, and the young General Wolf even felt a burst of joy——

She was right!

The speed of the knights gradually began to increase, and after the third attack, there was no more movement from Cecil's position.

Andersa took the lead, and led the whole team to cross the last obstacle to the target position at a trot speed. Accompanied by the neighing of the army horses, the flattened and reinforced land appeared in her vision .

All the Cecilians on the original position had been evacuated, leaving only an empty platform, a large pile of sundries that were too late to evacuate, and strange-shaped things covered by thatch.

"This position is fake!" The adjutant shouted loudly, "General, you are right!"

The knights looked at each other, and then clamored, someone began to shout Andersa's name with admiration and respect, and prepared to step forward to receive the Cecil's position and the supplies that had not been withdrawn in time - the opponent's evacuation was obviously In a hurry, it is impossible to take away all the rumored heavy magical weapons. What they leave here will be a valuable source of information for the Typhon Empire.

But Andersa raised her hand suddenly and shouted to stop the actions of her subordinates: "Don't get close!"

After stopping her subordinates, the female knight got off her horse, twirled the long sword in her hand, and then suddenly raised the long sword and swung it forward——

A layer of dazzling light floated on the surface of the long sword, which turned into a powerful shock wave as it was swung, sweeping away a stack of debris in the distance.

A deafening explosion immediately centered on the debris and erupted along the surrounding trenches and sheet coverings.

Andersa didn't know how many styles and models of Cecil's magic equipment there were.

But being alert to the magic traps on the battlefield is a quality that every soldier must possess.

The protective aura activated by Andesa and the adjutant blocked some scattered explosion fragments, and the nearby knights took half a step back, and some people showed shame on their faces——Andesa just glanced at them and shook her head : "Never underestimate your enemies, even if you mock them every time you drink and brag."

After saying this, she flicked her long sword casually, and nodded to the army mage beside her: "Send a signal to the Knights of the Iron River—this farce created by the Cecilians should be over."

Chapter 0694 Rubbing shoulders with the blade

A ball of dazzling white light pierced through the darkness, rushed to the sky in the wind and rain, and exploded in the background of the gloomy dark clouds, turning into a bright ball of light that was clearly visible from a very far distance.